Iron in the Fog

Monument covered in gray fog

Engraved ancient signs

Green light smolders

Ancient wisdom resonates

The message for truth released

From the lost past and the future

Smoldering with eternal life

Bewitched ancient Atlanteans magic

My hand touches the stone

The book of destiny reveals our fate

Iron in the fog

With the winter rime covered

Eternally suspended in darkness

Smolders and flickers waiting

From the day of victory and glory

When the White hand

Embraces its heritage

Voices, always heard

Words, always spoken

Fire, always set

Blood, always shed

Runes preserve the ancient tongue

Carried with magical aura

Eternally bound to the White hand

Neither day nor night is their home

Our forefather's voices ring in our ears

Their message lost to the modern day

Harbingers of lies

Poisoned your mind

Enslaved your heart

Imprisoned your soul

Gifts of falsehood became religion

Emptiness became inspiration

Brother, wake up, it is time!

Monument shrouded in mist

Gleams with ancient magic and power

Stars fighten the black sky

My voice and thoughts vanish in the void

Before dawn breaks

The stones will speak

Revealing their secrets

Awakened from our slumber

White armies cross the bridge of eternity